Planted
grow
strong
alive
we sit
under
watch
leaves form
petals emerge
fall
small fruit
ripens
as days lenthen
summer sweet
fall plenty
and the leaves
glide down
and
blown in gusts
storms soak
the ground
the roots
and the branches
wait
for spring
trees
apple, pear
grace my home
planted by my hands
fruit eaten
by our lips
trees of home
nestle
roots
into ground
me and the trees
remain
here home
as the rain falls
and we wait for spring
trees wait
too
with me with you.